Shallow Thinker

A few weekends ago, we took the girls downtown to the Georgia Children’s Museum.  It’s not quite the size or complexity of Imagine It! in Atlanta, but I think that the dream and the goal of the operators is to someday reach that same status. And, at $3.00 per person admission, we couldn’t beat the price for having the place to ourselves on a Saturday afternoon.

I’m not sure what the history is behind the museum, but i know that when I went to Mercer, there was a big effort by staff and students to volunteer and get the place running.  My sophomore year, I spent an entire day in one of the upper levels pulling out old carpet and breathing in asbestos.  We did such a good job that the floor we worked on is still not open to the public.  My junior year, a group of us went and painted the main floor.  Some put bright purple on the columns but most of my time was spent on painting everything on the ceiling black.  I remember looking at the room when we got done and thinking that it looked amazing.  Kelley and I looked around at that same room when we walked in with the girls and instantly realized that the black ceilings were covered and the purple columns were adorned with murals.  I don’t think that there was any purple or black in the entire place.

Just outside the museum, there are some colorful bricks that have been painted by children and contributors to the museum.  As we walked in, I mentioned to Kelley that I thought she and I had painted some bricks long ago.  After our play time, we took the girls outside and looked to see if any of the bricks bore our handy-work. Sure enough, we found our bricks.  Judging by the dates on the bricks around ours, the bricks were made the summer or spring before we got married.  Apparently, though, we had already set the date for our wedding.  Unfortunately, the only camera we had available was my phone.  Here are the all-too-fuzzy pictures.